Carrie
I awake in a pitch black room so shaded that I cannot tell if it's morning or afternoon. The heavy curtains are drawn tightly as if to keep every glimpse of the day and of reality out of my sight line. Jeremy is curled around me, not yet awake. It feels nice to be here in bed with him, his arms wrapped around my stomach in a tight hold. He always holds me like that at night, as if he thinks I will slip away unless he's got a firm grasp on me. I wish it could be like this always. I wish our lives were normal and there wasn't this dark undertone of murder and deceit. If that were true then I wouldn't think for a second about leaving Jeremy but as it is I am just not sure that I can be committed to a life of criminality.
Jeremy stirs and I feel him wake. I hop out of bed and pull the curtains open, revealing my nudity to his now attentive eyes. I lean against the windowpane and peer out into the day. It must be mid-morning. The distant sheep in the fields are having their brunch and my stomach rumbles and I realize I need food...and coffee.
"You look incredible," Jeremy says to me, gazing at my ass, watchful of my every move.
"Thank you, my love.” I bend down to give him a kiss before pulling him out of bed. "The day is bright and full of possibilities."
We shower together under the rain head that has become my favorite feature of Jeremy's master bath. He turns the steam on and it's the best way to wake up. I stroke his cock that is always hard in the morning and then I bend down to my knees so that I can kiss it and take it down my throat. He thrusts into me hard and holds my head in place and it only takes a couple minutes for him to come. I love to suck his cock in the morning and wake him up to my heated desire. I swallow his cum and it feels like the best start to a day a girl could hope for. It makes me happier than I can imagine ever being before.
He washes me sweetly and rubs my back. Eventually, when we're all clean I pull on his robe and walk out with wet hair. I go down to the kitchen to make an espresso at the coffee bar. The kitchen is outfitted with every gadget and technology one could ask for.
Jeremy appears, still in a towel and I have to watch while he is drying off. "I have to go take care of that business from last night, you know, our special friend."
The real world dawns on my private fantasy of existing purely in this house, this state of heaven with Jeremy, and I am again reminded of his sinful existence and my caged life.
"Okay," I say sadly as he kisses my forehead.
I head back to my room and pull on a simple pair of jeans and a soft sweatshirt I find in the closet. I sit in the chair by the window and stare out over the grounds.
I wonder what he's doing and where he's doing it? Suddenly my heart races as I realize I am alone for the first time ever since he captured me. I could technically walk out right now and never look back. I know there are cars with keys in them. I'll just take one and drive away. He won't come after me if he knows I left of my own volition.
I slip on some shoes and race down the stairs, through the outside gate, and into the garage. I pick the closest car I can find that has keys in it. I get in and feel the cool, supple leather against my skin. I'm in some gorgeous sports car. I know nothing about cars but I do know that this will get me out of here quickly. I never have to see Jeremy again or think about his vicious nature. I can leave and be free. I won't even have to see my parents. I'll just go somewhere and start a new life and pretend that none of this ever happened. I start the car and it purrs.
I don't drive away though. Not yet. Thoughts of my parents remind me of how Jeremy is the only person in my life who has ever loved me. He has done things for me when nobody else has veered bothered. My parents used me for their own gain, my classmates taunted me constantly, and I've never had a friend in the world until this one man, this handsome man, came into my life. He's killed for me. And when my classmates were getting slaughtered I didn't flinch, I didn't move, I didn't try to help them at all. I just felt...nothing. I didn't care whether they or I lived or died. So why am I feeling things so deeply now? Replaying in my mind how Jeremy has killed for me brings up feelings of satisfaction that are entirely foreign to me but which feel so good. I love him. I secretly love that he kills for me. It makes me feel gratified, protected, and safe. Maybe instead of running away from him, I am running away from the person I am becoming because of him. My truth has been dormant, sleeping, unable to wake because life was almost not worth living. Now he's ignited the passion in me and it's sick and wrong but I don't care. Something about killing bad people makes me feel strong and powerful. They deserve. it. Jeremy doesn't kill out of diabolical spite, he kills to make things even, to level the playing field, and to bring justice to depraved people who deserve to die.
I realize that I don't want to leave. This is my final destination. I get out of the car and walk the grounds for a few minutes to let my fate sink in. I decide to go inside and to make Jeremy a beautiful meal that will surprise him and hopefully I can convey my thanks to him, my beloved man.